The Charade

Chapter 2

Pierre blinked not really sure whether he had heard him right; he had said it so matter of fact.

"What?"

"I'll kill her" he repeated "Then you won't have an excuse"

"David, you're not going to kill her, Jesus Christ!"

"Why not," David asked cocking an eyebrow at Pierre "Then you won't have to worry about kicking her to the curb"

"No," Pierre nodded "I'll just have to worry about keeping your ass out of jail for the rest of your fucking life!"

"If you loved me as much as you say you do, you would just leave her, but you won't do it, you've got too much fucking pride; can't let all the fans know you're a-"

"SHUT UP, DAVID!"

David stopped mid-sentence and just stared at him.

They stood quietly staring at each other, breathing heavily through their noses.

David had said that Pierre was too proud, but the truth was, he was just as fucking proud.

"You're leading her on, Pierre"

"You're acting like you're a fucking saint here" Pierre glared at him

"I'm not the one living a lie" David accused "I'm keeping my mouth shut because it's what you want!"

"You think I like hiding?" Pierre asked

David shrugged again "Didn't seem to bother you from where I was sitting..."

"I can't just pretend like we're not together, David"

"You don't seem to have a problem doing it with me" David muttered "What makes her so fucking special?"

"I'd tell her if I could..."

"I'll tell her"

David walked past him and had a hand on the doorknob before Pierre grabbed his shoulder.

"David, wait...."

He turned on his heel and glared at Pierre. "What?!"

Pierre grabbed either side of David's face and crushed his lips against his.

He thrust David back against the double doors, making the glass windows rattle in their frame.

The hair on the back of David's neck stood up as Pierre pressed against him.

It was so fucking hard for David to stay mad at him, and Pierre fucking knew it too.

David's hands pulled on that thick, dark hair as Pierre pulled him away from the door, out of sight of the house.

He groaned in pain as Pierre slammed him up against the wall before yanking his already open shirt off of his shoulders, followed immediately by his tie.

David's body was like something crafted by the Greek gods.

He didn't have a six pack or huge muscles, but fuck he was gorgeous.

His stomach was flat and his skin was smooth under Pierre's hands. He had no imperfections, as far as this was concerned anyway; Pierre sank to his knees in front of David, pulling his belt buckle open in order to get to the front of his pants.

David's pants drove Pierre fucking crazy, for more reasons than one.

It was near impossible to get them off his hips, how David even managed to get into them was a mystery in itself.

Never mind the fact that it was that exact same reason that Pierre loved them so much. They left nothing to the imagination.

Pierre peeled the jeans off David's hips, an impressive hard on restricted under his boxers.